At a cowboy bar. There was 200 people there and when I saw her it was like she was the only other person there. Asked her to dance and here we are 20 years and 3 kids later. And I love her more as each day passes.

Met my first wife at Barberton Speedway, that's a stock car track back home, glad to be away from her. Met my current wife at Walmart, she works there. I used to travel for work and ended up in N.M for the nuke facility, this may sound bad but there was no love at first sight thing going on here, I was just looking for someone to poke while I was here. It turned into more and we've been together since the summer of 2008. I guess you Can get everything at walmart after all.

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We are a race of wolves currently under the control of sheep, where did we go wrong?

Thanks! After meeting a few nice but incompatible guys and several institution-worthy cases,I finally met a nice,normal guy here on SF!! Lol,one of SF's better citizens! [Of which there are many].

Christ! Did I really say this? The relationship ended 6 months later-turned out to be one of the worst experiences of my life,he turned out far different than he seemed.I have fonder memories of the institution-worthy cases.

Lunch by an urban lake. Saw a sleeping beauty, parked myself about ten feet away to eat my lunch and, ahem, admire the view. After about twenty minutes, she woke up, I looked into the face of an angel. We talked, we dated, we married. Eighteen years of joy and counting.

I remember it was a clear, fine summer day in 2013 when I unfurled my NSDAP banner in the annual Jerusalem Goy Pride parade. I was, of course, the marshal of the event that year as many of you will recall.

I was leading the procession as we sang a medley of Die Fahne Hoch, Deutschland Uber Alles and other favorites. There were, of course, jews watching in exasperation as the parade wound along, crying 6 million tears. They all wept and gnashed their teeth. "Why must they persecute us so?"

Suddenly a Young Israeli Dude couldn't take it anymore and so he lunged out of the crowd and charged at me. Before I could assume a defensive posture, a car swerved out of nowhere and ran that Young Israeli Dude over.

My would-be assailant was knocked to the ground, the passenger door of the car flew open and a female voice emanated from within ordering me inside the car and to safety. Unsure as to whether using a Volkswagen to run over a jew is considered a hate crime, I abandoned all caution and dove head first into the passenger seat.

There she sat! Her left hand poised calmly over the steering wheel while furiously shifting gears with her right hand. She eyed me in my SS uniform. I eyed her in her traditional German dress outfit. And in that moment, we both knew.

Laughing at the top of our lungs, she spun donuts in the street with her quick and maneuverable German auto so as to discourage any other would-be protesters from getting too uppity.

Periodically my new companion would stop the car and challenge IDF soldiers to fights. As several of you may know, she has the ability to move in slow motion like Matrix and do extreme kung fu moves, both of which regularly confound her hapless opponents. Her mastery of the secret arts is second only to probably Chuck Norris.

Upon reaching the town square, on a lark some of the other guys pulled down the zionist flag and flew the NSDAP standard in its place. We then all beat a hasty retreat.

Ever since then, my rescuer and I have rarely left each other's side. Ours has been an epic tale of honor, blood, romance and heroism of eras gone by. Indeed I have truly met my equal.

I remember it was a clear, fine summer day in 2013 when I unfurled my NSDAP banner in the annual Jerusalem Goy Pride parade. I was, of course, the marshal of the event that year as many of you will recall.

I was leading the procession as we sang a medley of Die Fahne Hoch, Deutschland Uber Alles and other favorites. There were, of course, jews watching in exasperation as the parade wound along, crying 6 million tears. They all wept and gnashed their teeth. "Why must they persecute us so?"

Suddenly a Young Israeli Dude couldn't take it anymore and so he lunged out of the crowd and charged at me. Before I could assume a defensive posture, a car swerved out of nowhere and ran that Young Israeli Dude over.

My would-be assailant was knocked to the ground, the passenger door of the car flew open and a female voice emanated from within ordering me inside the car and to safety. Unsure as to whether using a Volkswagen to run over a jew is considered a hate crime, I abandoned all caution and dove head first into the passenger seat.

There she sat! Her left hand poised calmly over the steering wheel while furiously shifting gears with her right hand. She eyed me in my SS uniform. I eyed her in her traditional German dress outfit. And in that moment, we both knew.

Laughing at the top of our lungs, she spun donuts in the street with her quick and maneuverable German auto so as to discourage any other would-be protesters from getting too uppity.

Periodically my new companion would stop the car and challenge IDF soldiers to fights. As several of you may know, she has the ability to move in slow motion like Matrix and do extreme kung fu moves, both of which regularly confound her hapless opponents. Her mastery of the secret arts is second only to probably Chuck Norris.

Upon reaching the town square, on a lark some of the other guys pulled down the zionist flag and flew the NSDAP standard in its place. We then all beat a hasty retreat.

Ever since then, my rescuer and I have rarely left each other's side. Ours has been an epic tale of honor, blood, romance and heroism of eras gone by. Indeed I have truly met my equal.